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Juice Wrld - Think Twice Session Edit Lyrics

[Intro]
(Pax Gimmick)
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
You better think twice 'fore they come for your life (Uh-huh)
Put my dick in your wifey a couple of times (Uh, uh-huh)
I'm feeling like Busta, this choppa 'll bust ya' (Uh-huh)
This bitch get to rappin', and spittin' in rhymes (Bitch, uh-huh)
You a pussy nigga, uh-huh, feline (Uh-huh)
Just in case I gotta shoot 9 times (Uh-huh)
Tatted on my wrist, shit, three nines (Three nines)
These rich niggas, recline ('cline) (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Hop in a whip with them killers, they totin' them b (Skrrt, skrrt)
If I don't got money then, yeah, I'ma rob you (Yeah)
I came from the bottom, I came from the gutter (Yeah)
Never been no pеdestrian, I feel like Gunna (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I feel like Birdman or somеthin', the way I be stuntin' (Uh-huh)
Put Hermès on the joggers, three thousand, ain't nothin' (Uh-huh)
My brother locked up, won't let him out
Treat him like Akon, lock him down

[Bridge: Juice WRLD]
Ooh, oh, oh
It cost to live like this
Never thought I'd have a crib like this
I remember it was loose chains, now it's new chains
That's the sound you hear
Remember I thought I was going no where
They calling me from back home, they want me dead
Show in the Chi', performing with one in the hand
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I gotta play with you mama
And I got a coupe and it came in the summer (Skrrt)
Louis Vuitton, Virgil runners and I got colors of Virgil runners (Yeah)
He smokin' synthetic weed, I can't get nun' of that, I'm gettin money (Uh)
I gotta protect my degrees, these niggas bitin', they eatin' like a mamba (Yeah)
Back to back, turnt up the summer
I'm high as a fuck, but I had to let the lock to de-test, your honor
Got a backroom full of exotic dranks, I done poured up the syrup, the Act' is expensive (Skrrt)
You gotta check my persona, you know this shit fine and I got on aroma (Woo)
Your new boo can tell you "you hot as a sauna", but you know we fuck up the summer (Woo)
I just got some head with no teeth, I just had your ho suckin' dick in the Jeep
Sprinkle this ho in codeine, I was just sprinklin' a lil' blunt with leaves
I just had to tell her I'm relieved, and I'm signed, myself, to the streets
Black and white new Rolex on, I call it "Cookie cream"

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
You better think twice 'fore they come for your life (Uh-huh)
Put my dick in your wifey a couple of times (Uh, uh-huh)
I'm feeling like Busta, this choppa 'll bust ya' (Uh-huh)
This bitch get to rappin', and spittin' in rhymes (Bitch, uh-huh)
You a pussy nigga, uh-huh, feline (Uh-huh)
Just in case I gotta shoot 9 times (Uh-huh)
Tatted on my wrist, shit, three nines (Three nines)
These rich niggas, recline ('cline) (Yeah)